The Wandering Wizard: Urban Fairies

I make my home where the streetlight glows pink,
And I'll bet that's where you make yours;
Where the grass and the trees count on sprinklers to drink,
And there's not too much room between doors.

Wee folk aren't seen much here, it's true,
But the fact is they've always been shy,
And they can be found if you know what to do
And just where to look low and high.

Now the median fairy makes up his fine home
In the shrubs of the highway divide,
Using only the finest of car parts and stones;
The shiny bits give him much pride.

So now you know where the wee folk live today;
They sneak round right under your nose.
But you can still find them and watch them at play
Near you, where the pink street light glows.

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